Held on the pommel grappled by his hair, Brunello on Marphisa's courser lies:
The caitiff weeps, and shrieking in despair, On all in whom he hopes, for succour cries.
In such confusion is Troyano's heir, He sees no way through these perplexities;
And, that Marphisa thence Brunello bore In such a guise, yet grieved the monarch more.
